When he left the military camp, Li Buzhuo was already following Han Yuanwu's personal soldiers.

When he returned to Qianhu Mansion, Han Yuanwu and others were arranged in the courtyard next to the mansion. Originally, the personal soldiers should have protected Li Buzhuo's closeness and defended the enemy outside, but Li Buzhuo knew it very clearly. At present, Luo Huanjun lives in Qianhu Mansion. This unfathomable existence, except for the immortals like Zhi Shuangyi, who dared to trespass into the world, would undoubtedly be unhappy for anyone who dared to trespass.

Back in the quiet room, Li Buzhuo placed Zhulong horizontally on his knees to regulate his breathing and practice. After being lit by Luo Huanjun, Zhulong's breath seemed to be much calmer, and the sword energy leaked into Li Buzhuo's meridians was more docile and heavier than before.

If Li Buzhuo followed the steps and absorbed the essence of heaven and earth to condense his body and spirit, it would take several years. However, as soon as he began to adapt to the sword path with Zhulong, his slow practice began to make rapid progress.

At this time, a sword-shaped star lit up in a small world in a sky with no objects.

Li Buzhuo suddenly felt a move in his heart and looked inside. He saw that the small world was in the middle of the small world, and the yellow buds with a slight ray had grown a little, like a small tree. The red mane and silver scales of the candle dragon, and the soul shape of the sun and the moon, lying on the tree. As his breathing and breathing, he caused the stars in the entire small world to flicker and dark.

Seeing this scene, Li Buzhuo said in his heart: "If this continues, I will reach a bottleneck in less than a few days..."

Five days later, Li Buzhuo was not only going to take office in Shenzha and inspecting the public security of the two counties, but also promoted Ying Eleventh-class former confidants to Shenzha Army, and had the qualification to refine Qi on the surface.

Luo Huanjun learned the best of Qinyi, abandoned the Qinyi, and studied the painting. According to what she said, although the zither is related to the sound and consciousness of the six consciousnesses, it is not as good as the truth of the truth that can shake the qi and blood acupoints, and it is somewhat limited. When the painting art reaches its peak, it can understand the color and draw the true form of all things.

As Luo Huanjun's cultivation became more and more profound, she knew more and more. Some of them were learned from the Qianhu Mansion's collection, while others were unimpressed by Li Buzhuo. It must be the inheritance of the ephemerals. However, her cultivation became more and more profound, and her behavior and temperament became more and more similar to those of mortals. Except for the loss of some cultivation on Zhulong that day, she seemed to have some unstable state, and occasionally showed a breath that made Li Buzhuo's heart palpitations. But since then, Li Buzhuo found that except for her temperament being more beautiful than ordinary people, she no longer had the scent of demons.

Five days later, in the quiet room, Li Buzhuo was sitting in a silence. In the small world, the swords were everywhere in the sky, and the sword light was vast, mysterious and mysterious, and the way of flowing the way of heaven was hidden.

In the middle of the small world, the yellow bud has grown nearly twice as big as a sword pillar, suppressing all directions, and there are countless words on the surface, all of which are Li Buzhuo's understanding of the Zhoutian sword method.

"It's only one step away...but, it's always a layer of window paper that can't be broken. With the help of the Zhulong sword energy, my body spirit can mobilize more than eight times the vitality of heaven and earth. It can be considered a great success, but if this bottleneck is not broken, it won't be perfect."

Li Buzhuo said to himself in his heart. He glanced at him and saw that there were already 364 sword encirclements in the sky. Only one was left to achieve the number of great circumference.

"It's not a coincidence that this last body god is not only condensed by the energy of heaven and earth and the understanding of swordsmanship. This step represents the perfection of my swordsmanship. Although it is just a body god, it is more difficult to form than a hundred and ten body gods. Now I am fully in line with Zhulong, and it is useless to practice hard. It seems that I have to look for opportunities and not practice hard all the time."

Li Buzhuo took a deep breath, and when he suddenly opened his eyes, a colorless sword energy shot out from his nose. It was the complexity of refining the sword energy of Zhulong. It hit the blue brick that could be seen, and countless fine holes were pierced with a crack.

He stood up, picked up the Zhulong Sword, and in every move, he saw no sharpness, only a casual demeanor.

"As long as I take the last step, my swordsmanship will be perfect, and then I will be able to put this method into words. Even if I cannot be widely spread to the world, my swordsmanship will remain in this world, which is considered a merit."

Li Buzhuo thought to himself, and heard the noise in the distance. When he saw that the sky was approaching dusk, he couldn't help but frown slightly. His eyes fell on the almanac, but he suddenly realized that he said to himself: "I am so immersed in my practice. I forgot that today is the last lantern festival. I promised to have three jin and return home."

Li Buzhuo walked out the door and saw Sanjin in the yard directing his servants to build a bamboo and wood shelf.

There were some simple bamboo and wood mechanisms inside the shelf, pulling wires and metal reeds, and Yanshi dolls made into a flying chair-shaped shape. Each doll had yellow paper on its face and a different name was written in bright red cinnabar. On the edge of the bamboo and wood shelf was freshly pasted. Li Buzhuo understood at a glance that she was going to make a lamp, so she walked over.

"I'm interested today, do you want to make such a headlight for you to see?"

"Mr. Cao, didn't he hold a lantern competition with many rich people? I've won the first prize!" Sanjin was ready to go.

"The competition? We are doing well now, why bother to worry about this?" Li Buzhuo smiled, "How much is the first prize?"

"Where are five hundred silver croakers." Sanjin stretched out five fingers and said seriously.

Li Buzhuo's breath stagnated, the corners of his mouth moved, Sanjin said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"I'll support you then."

"No need." Sanjin said proudly: "If you help me with the back door, this matter will be boring. I think about our skills. It will be not difficult to get the first one. Then I will spend my energy and gain a bad reputation again."

Li Buzhuo was a little surprised. Sanjin seemed to see his surprise and smiled and said, "These are what Sister Luo reminded me."

Li Buzhuo nodded, and did not get involved in doing the lamp. He walked towards the study room and suddenly saw a paper crane flying out of the window and falling into the study room. He hurriedly entered the door and saw that the paper crane fell on the table, which had become a letter.

When Li Buzhuo saw some familiar handwriting on the letter, he recognized it as a frost coat and did not dare to neglect it. But when he read it, there were only two lines of words on the paper:

"At midnight tonight, enter the Big Buddha in the Bailong Temple. There is a mud Buddha in the Big Buddha. Be sure to destroy it within half an hour."

Li Buzhuo was slightly stunned, and then his face became heavy. The day when Zhi Shuangyi asked him for help finally came. The demonic aura that Luo Huanjun discovered in the White Dragon Temple attracted Zhi Shuangyi to treat him so carefully. Even with her human immortal strength, she had to help her. She was definitely not as simple as the word "IQ".
Chapter completed!